Young Writers

The possibility of your choice depends on what you think I have attained my life with whatever I sink The boldness of your ways takes its own trip...

The boy woke up to the sound of banging. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around him. He was in a metal room, like a cell, with bare walls. There...

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I wrote this after I lost her when emotion consumed me and I needed a way to escape and vent my feelings. I couldn't bear to retell the story of her death or anything that happened in her life but talking about where she lived helped at the time. I'm not sure if all the emotion comes across but it always makes me cry rereading this in remembrance of her.